When will I stop belonging to this hungry thing inside me?

R-18. Non-Con.

After Tanabata, Eichi thinks a lot about Itsuki Shu. Trickstar is performing in the Summer Live, so fine gets to sit back and spectate, which leaves Eichi's thoughts to wander as he sits in the student council room, empty of anyone save him on his throne. Eichi absently checks the clock, and then his phonebook.

The thing about Itsuki Shu is this: he is only human. He can be killed with the flick of a circuit breaker hooked to a sound system, his unit chopped up, and the remains buried underground in the casket of a live-house. But even then. His corpse rose up and sang, the sound awful and more wonderful than anything Eichi has ever heard his whole life over, even after all the operas and symphonies he was made to sit through in his childhood. He hears it still, weeks after Tanabata— ta-ta-tan— the syncopated fall of Shu's footsteps to fine's own Tryst of Stars, remade darkly in Valkyrie's image.

( What choice does he have but to kill him again? )